(18)
The sudden heavy rain caused many people to change their travel plans. Those who get up early can see the beautiful morning glow and know the changes in the weather, but those who cannot see it will inevitably be blocked by the sudden changes and hinder their journey.
Two people were still walking quickly on the muddy road soaked by rain. They seemed not to have expected the sudden change in weather, so they only prepared a bamboo hat to protect themselves from the rain. The tall figure walking in front had already been soaked, but he still blocked the wind in front of him, blocking part of the rain for the petite figure wearing a bamboo hat behind his head. This move is really a helpless move. It can block this place but cannot cover that place. The tall figure looked up at the sky and saw that the dark clouds were still dense and showed no sign of dissipating. So he turned around and lowered his head to the beautiful figure, whispered a few words respectfully, and then took the latter into the dense forest beside the road to seek shelter from the wind and rain.
Entering the jungle, the rain suddenly became much lighter, because the green leaves on the top of the branches blocked most of the dense rain outside. But there was still rainwater seeping into this natural shade, dripping continuously, making the sand and mud extremely soft. Every step must be steady and very careful. The tall figure waved his sword to cut off the thorns on the road, while whispering softly to protect the staggering figure behind him, and said: "Miss, please hold on for a moment. There is a stone rift on the small slope ahead for you and me to repair!"
"I'm not as weak as you think!" The voice was stubborn, but its owner was also careless because of this. He was disturbed by the rough old tree roots under his feet and called out helplessly: "Wen Tao!"
Fu Wentao reacted very quickly, and stretched out his strong right arm to hug the opponent's slender waist. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of the opponent's soaked clothes clinging to the body, the looming white background lining the charming eyes, and the graceful and graceful body curves that moved people's hearts. After a moment, Fu Wentao immediately realized his rudeness, helped the other party stabilize his center of gravity, immediately let go of his hand, nodded and apologized: "Miss, I'm sorry..."
"It doesn't matter, let me hold your hand and go?"
Fu Wentao always showed strange expressions on his face only when he met a strong opponent in a martial arts competition, but now he suddenly blushed for a moment. He opened his arms for the lady to hold, and at the same time, he tried his best to suppress his delusions. After a while, he walked to the small slope. For a moment, he actually wished that this journey could be longer? longer...
The small slope was only slightly higher than an adult man, but the slope was covered with slippery sand and mud, which even Fu Wentao, a martial arts practitioner, was a little afraid of. He picked up a few rough and flat stones and placed them one by one in the small hole he dug with his sword scabbard, so that he could have a place to use his strength to climb up the slope. After finishing the matter, he walked in front, stepped on the simple stone ladder he had built, and after making sure everything was safe, he stepped hard with his left foot, and his whole body flew into the air. Then, his right foot stepped on the slightly higher stone. When he landed, he was already standing calmly on the slope. Murong Yan, on the other hand, looked much more embarrassed. She had just stepped onto the first stone staircase, and her hands had just reached the Rune Tao on the slope, but her feet really couldn't take a step up.
Seeing this, Fu Wentao hurriedly took the other person's hand and said: "Miss, hold my hand! Just like you did to Wen Tao before..." After hearing this, Murong Yan was surprised in her heart: Could it be that he still remembers the first time they met? What happened when we met?
Almost by himself, Fu Wentao pulled Murong Yan up the slope. The two patted the slippery mud on their bodies, then looked at the stone opening and found that it could only allow one person to enter or exit. Fu Wentao took out a fire seal from his chest and took a step forward to explore the situation inside.
"How's it going!" Murong Yan shouted inside, and the echo echoed with the sound of raindrops plopping.
"It's very spacious inside. Miss, come in and have a rest!" After saying that, Fu Wentao stretched out his hand to welcome Murong Yan into the stone cave.
There is a cave inside the stone, which is very spacious. Fu Wentao picked up some dry firewood from everywhere and lit a fire. Then he took off his soaked clothes and stripped his arms, leaving only his gray cloth pants. The countless scars on his body were slightly reflected by the firelight. Then he turned around and walked to the entrance of the stone with his sword, looked out, sat down cross-legged, and said: "Miss, please rest first. After the rain stops, Wen Tao will wake you up."
After hearing this, Murong Yan also took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear, sitting behind the fire, looking at Fu Wentao timidly, and said: "Don't think that I will go back with you obediently. As soon as I find the opportunity, I will definitely Will..." After talking for a while, Fu Wentao suddenly sneered a few times and interrupted: "Miss is so dignified, I am afraid that she will get lost within ten miles, and then it is not surprising that she will cry like a weeping child. "
"You dare to look down on me?" After saying that, Murong Yan grabbed a pebble and threw it at Fu Wentao angrily. Fu Wentao did not dodge, but just let the stone hit his wet hair, and then said with a shy smile: "Miss's technique of throwing concealed weapons is much better than when she was a child!"
"Wen Tao's strength is much greater than before!" Murong Yan responded mischievously, then took off her hair and moved closer to the warm fire so that the wet discomfort could subside as soon as possible. As the flames burned "sizzlingly", she suddenly saw "the" future she had seen in her dreams, and her heart suddenly became heavy. This also reminded her of a question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, so she asked Fu Wentao in the distance: "Wen Tao, do you know that you have always respected me as your biological father...that is, my father, why does he treat me like this? A daughter is so persistent?"
Fu Wentao thought for a moment, turned his face slightly inward, and replied: "Although the master cares very little about the young lady, in fact, he has always been thinking about you, the young lady. Especially during the time when the young lady left, the master was even more sick in bed. It will take a long time to recover..."
"Haha..." Murong Yan's smile was slightly chilly and she said: "Dad, he is far from as good as you think. At least now, he is bewitched by the 'Taiping Tao' and has already disowned his relatives for the sake of 'immortality'! My mother was forced to die because of this! If I don't leave, I will be the next one!" At this point, the girl's eyes had already overflowed with tears of grief and anger: "By then, will you be like Puppet' general? Help daddy, put me..."
There was a sudden loud noise, which stunned Murong Yan: "Stop talking!" Fu Wentao roared: "Miss, please rest quickly! The rain will stop soon..." As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Wentao stood up and walked straight outside. , stared, raised his head, and let the raindrops hit his face. Even if the rain dripped into my eyes, I never closed them. He only recited a few words silently in his heart: "Puppet, I am a puppet? Puppet..."
Murong Yan saw that he would rather be soaked in the rain than listen to her words, so she put on her mostly dry satin clothes, leaned against the stone wall and closed her eyes to rest. She knew in her heart that Fu Wentao had some special feelings for her: Why would a slave who had been trained as a killer since childhood care so much about her? Even talking and laughing? Do you still remember things about yourself from many years ago? She thought that her mother was regarded as a "saint" during her lifetime and was the spiritual support of many ordinary people. Maybe he has already become Rune Wentao's spiritual support? If so, did his words just now hurt his heart too much?
All these things appeared in Murong Yan's mind one by one. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Fu Wentao still standing outside in the rain, and secretly cursed him for being a fool. At the same time, another man's name rang in my heart.
"Brother Feng? He must be very anxious now, right?" Her heart seemed to twitch a few times, and the girl felt this feeling of longing. But her heart also told her that if she could rescue Fu Wentao from her foolish loyalty to her father, she might not have to follow him back to Fu's house.
So, Murong Yan put on her clothes, walked to the entrance of the stone with her hair down, and shouted to Fu Wentao: "Wen Tao, come in, my clothes are dried!"
"I'm not a puppet... I'm not a puppet... I'm not..." Fu Wentao muttered, like a crazy Taoist priest possessed by a demon.
"If you don't come in, I'll punish you in the name of Miss Fu's family, okay?" Murong Yan pretended to be dissatisfied.
"Miss?" Fu Wentao smacked his face, not knowing whether it was tears or rain coming out of his eyes, and followed Murong Yan to sit by the fire. He sat with his legs crossed like a frightened child, staring blankly at the flames. His brows were furrowed, his big eyes were dull, his nose was twitching, and his lips were bruised, as if he had bitten them himself. Murong Yan was like a sister, more like a mother. She used her gauze clothes as a towel to wipe his body. Fu Wentao stood up quickly, like a hare that was startled by a hunter.
"Miss, how can you be allowed to do such a thing?"
"Sit down!" There was a charm that penetrated people's hearts in Murong Yan's long eyes. This kind of power was not available in her delicate body.
Fu Wentao slowly sat down, letting the soft gauze caress his body. When passing over the scar, it seems that you can still feel the pain, but the pain disappears in an instant, and is replaced by a touch of warmth. He began to confess and said: "Actually, the Taoist priest has made him bedridden with the elixir... It should be the Taoist priest's intention to come out to see you, Miss. It's just that he borrowed the master's name..."
After Murong Yan found out, she pondered for a while. Suddenly he asked the other person to hold out his hand, thinking: Now I should be able to take a look and predict other people's future, right?
"Listen carefully. If anything happens to me later, don't panic. Just sit quietly." Murong Yan said softly, and then stroked the other person's big hands. They were hands that had killed countless people and were covered with blood. Thick cocoon. Then, she closed her eyes and thought, trying to find a light from the darkness in her eyes.
"Evil beast! Come on, chop off the hand holding his sword!" Fu Yun said. The person kneeling underneath was Rune Tao with a confused look on his face. Immediately afterwards, Fu Wentao was taken to the execution room. The device seemed to be specially designed for this punishment, but after a moment, Fu Wentao's left arm was cut off. When Murong Yan saw this scene, she was so frightened that she shouted "No".
Fu Wentao called Murong Yan's name in horror: "Miss Murong! Miss Murong! What's wrong with you?"
"You can't go back to Fu's house!" Murong Yan said in shock: "You absolutely can't go back!"
"Miss, don't worry, I have decided not to take you back. However, I must go back and ask for clarification. To the master, to my 'father'!" Fu Wentao's eyes were firm, and he did not allow anyone to stop him. Murong Yan, a woman, felt quite powerless.
"When you leave, you may never see me again. From now on, forever..." Murong Yan looked into the other person's eyes and said sadly with a decisive tone.
Fu Wentao seemed to know something, but he still insisted on his own way, saying: "I just want to prove to the lady that I am not a puppet, I am a human being, I am a human being!"
After a while, Murong Yan fell to the side weakly, as if her energy was exhausted, and she fell into a deep sleep.
